Their lips and tongues tangled tightly, reluctant to part.
Although Yuan Chen had initiated it, the one truly desperate, almost starving for it, was Shen Yi.
He was like someone who had long been waiting for this "mistake" to happen again.
Could this still be called a "slipup"? Neither of them was in a special cycle now. There was no physiological excuse they could use.
Even so, even knowing he would regret it afterward, he greedily sucked and bit at the lips right before him.
The lights were out anyway. In the darkness, neither could see the other clearly, and that seemed to leave nothing to fear.
When the high bridge of Yuan Chen's nose pressed down insistently, crushing their lips slightly out of shape, he still threw caution to the wind.
He blindly sucked at soft flesh, no longer able to tell upper lip from lower.
Held tightly in Yuan Chen's arms, he exchanged warm, damp breaths without restraint.
"Haah... mm..."
Quick, ragged breaths escaped him uncontrollably.
Before he could steady his breathing, that scorching tongue invaded again.
A forceful hand held the back of his neck firmly in place, and Shen Yi refused to yield, gripping the fabric at Yuan Chen's waist.
The smooth, crisp fabric of the suit quickly crumpled in his hands. Then his hands began roaming upward.
He stroked the firm nape, then felt his way to the sharply defined cheeks. Every time his fingertips touched Yuan Chen's supple skin, a tiny current seemed to shoot through him, bringing a tingling itch that made him shiver.
The sensation made his scalp prickle. Without realizing it, Shen Yi curled his fingers and buried them deep in Yuan Chen's thick hair.
His hooked fingers rubbed haphazardly through that meticulously styled hair, even tugging at the slightly sweat-damp